Bang bang! You're dead! Oh it's so easy the end!

And you stay sitting there, and you change your mind any little second. In these cases it is my turn to understand if I should come over you or not, if you decided it true or not. And I'm lost. Faced to all the things you tell, all the things you show that are indeed so mayfly, that seem to get lose in the wind every nite after all.
And you're telling me some muttering in the neck, and you say the drunkness helps so much to tell what you feel inside you, what for? Gettin' me I don't think so, you know you do not need this, so what? Make me joyfull? You know as well it n you again, would be a fool, you know I see you a friend above all, you know I love you.
And after that I trust again in your faith, you get back in the way I hate from you... You lie, you're rude and bad in front of my eyes, you do as if nothing would ever be done, you do as if the hours we'd be spending together before all alone tellin' how much we like each other are lost. You do not cope! So why do you call me friend?

This is not some kind of hanger bab' you know! It's just missunderstandin'...
Somehow yesterday made me losin' my confidence...